But I can’t help but give him lip back. Arguing with him is like my very own twisted version of foreplay. And I know he enjoys it, too.
“And to think, you can have all of this if you stop fighting us. But I do hope you have fun with your hand tonight.”
His eyes flare. I’ve awoken the beast inside of him. He rises slowly and leans down. The top of his nose skims mine. He licks his lips and says, “Doesn’t mean you still aren’t mine, Grace.”
“Yours? How am I yours?”
“Because your body only craves mine. You hunger for my touch. You’re starving for my kiss. You think about me when you touch yourself and don’t fool yourself baby, I know I’m the onlyman on that mind of yours,” he rasps. His eyes are on fire and I feel the smoldering heat like a branding upon my body. “Want to know how else I know?”
“How?” I breathlessly ask.
“Because deep down inside this fucked up head of mine I know of one thing so fucking clearly. I’m yours. And yeah, I’ve been denying this. I’ve been trying to fight us but you’re winning, Grace. You’re taking this dead man and bringing him back to life. Only you have been able to do that. You’re mine and I’m yours. And when the time comes because it will, when I finally admit defeat, when you claim your victory, I’m going to ruin you for all men and make sure that the only man you’ll ever want in this life and every life after that is me.”
My mouth opens wide as I stare at him completely stunned.
“Now, you’re going to get dressed and I’m going to wait for you right outside this door. Once your done I’m going to take your sweet ass back where it belongs. With me. At Vipers MC.”
“You’re very bossy,” I comment still breathless.
“Oh baby, you have no idea.” With a wink and a smirk he then turns and walks away.
I watch the power and swagger in his walk as he does.
Only when he reaches the outside of the door I feel like I can finally breathe again.
My body is on fire, my heart is racing, my pussy is crying for relief and my mind is reeling.
Despite all of that there’s only one thing I care about.
I’m winning.
Oak
Ithink I’m losing my fucking mind, but it has nothing to do with my past that suffocates me everyday.
It has everything to do withher.
She’s infested every one of my thoughts, injected herself in my veins, and has a death grip on my heart.
It’s as if she’s made herself comfortably home inside the walls I’ve built up strategically to keep people out.
No one has ever fought for me like she has.
And it’s her fight, the sheer will that speaks to me on a molecular level, a communication that only her and I can understand, one that is made for us that has me wanting to fight beside her instead of against her.
I’m losing this war.
I’m no longer fighting on the opposing side.
I can’t stay away from her and I don’t want to stay away from her.
And seeing her last night?
Her sinfully beautiful body on stage for all those men to see had me seeing red.
I had a visceral reaction to take my gun and unload each bullet into every one of their heads.
They shouldn’t be alive for seeing what’s mine. None of them had no fucking right to see her soft and lush curves.
